If she hadn't heard his question with absolute clarity she would have assumed she'd misheard. He wasn't still referring to her bosom was he? There was nothing else he could be referring to though. It was past ridiculous and straight into the realms of insulting. Tig slid off the bed and walked over to where her nightdress was. She started to bend over to grab it and then changed her mind, straightening up again and turning back around to glare furiously at him, hands on hips. The point would hopefully sink in a little better if she wasn't making it just after covering herself up again.
She thrust her chin into the air imperiously. "I would never alter myself so frivolously - risk or not - and I most certainly wouldn't do so to please you!"
She thrust her chin into the air imperiously. "I would never alter myself so frivolously - risk or not - and I most certainly wouldn't do so to please you!"
